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and a hand full of folks, obviously from the party downstairs. I’m warm and snuggly in the bed and in my jammies. Shit!
    “Heather! What the hell....oh shit?” I sit up, covering my chest with the blanket, blinking my eyes and trying to adjust to the light. “Can’t you see I’m in bed, Heather? Who are all these people?” I peer at them through squinty eyes and there he is. The Suit.
    “I told you to get your ass back downstairs and when you didn’t come, I decide d to bring the party up here!” Heather joyfully, and drunkenly announces.
    “Heather, you’re drun k. What the hell were you thinking? I told you I was going to bed. Geez.At least take everyone out into the other room and let me get dressed.” I glare at her with my bes t You’re so gonna get it look. A look I’m very proud of and tired of using on her.
    “C’mon guy s and gals, to the Bat Cave!!” She slurs as she points to the other room like the Lone Ranger or something, her friends follow behind her and I remind myself to smack her in the morning. That’ll feel real nice with the hangover she’s bound to have.
    I take a deep breath and prepare to yank the covers off of me but look up instead, The Suit is still standing in the bedroom. “Excuse me.” I shoot daggers at him. And he chuckles.
    “There y ou go, excusing yourself again. You do that a lot, huh?” The corner of his lip raised and his eyes sparkled.
    “Umm, I’d like to get dressed so I can beat up Heather, if that’s okay with you.” I spit back at him. But he doesn’t leave, he comes toward me. No. He stalks toward me, like a tiger, or lion on a mission or something I’ve never seen before. It frightened me. Some. He sat down on the corner of the bed and stared at me. Stared! What the fuck does he want from me?
    “What are you doing?” I ask him.
    “I’m sitting on your bed, imaging what you sleep in and hoping very much that you’re naked under those blankets.” His eyes scanning the blanket that I had pulled up to my chin.
    I’m stunned. Flabbergasted. Dreaming, maybe? I poke him in the arm. Nope, not dreaming. “Um, I have on pj’s. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to get dressed. I have a murder to commit.”
    He laughed. Oh my God! He’s laughing at me, but he doesn’t move. His eyebrows raise as his eyes scan my body. Maybe his ex-ray vision still works.
    “Get o ut.” I say with a firm voice.
    “Okay, but only if you insist , sweet girl.” His voice is growly, like a cave man or something. I want him out of my room and off my bed.
    “Yes, I ins ist. Get out before I scream.” I’m shaking by this point. How could Heather just bring him up here and let him stay in here? Where the hell is she? Oh, I shoved her out the door along with her gaggle of friends. Why did this dude stay behind and why didn’t Heather come get him?
    Shit.
    He gently runs his finger along my jaw, down to my chin and proceeds to trace the edges of my lips with his finger. Holy cow. I need him to leave now, this is not happening. He stands and turns to leave, but as he gets to the door he speaks again, that damn growly, rough voice. “I’ll be right outside. Don’t keep me waiting.” And poof, he was gone. Though, I have a feeling he’s not gone far and if I don’t hurry up, he’ll be back in here in a flash dragging me out of bed.
    “Who in the hell does he think he is?”
    I jump up, grab my clothes and head for the en-suite bathroom. I look at my face in the mirror. Damn. I look like I was run over and hung up wet. I look at my watch and realize I had actually been asleep for over an hour. And here I thought I hadn’t even dropped off yet. I splash some cold water on my face to wake up. Then a bit of concealer to cover up the attractive crease on my right cheek, obviously were my pillow had been. Wow. They must be having a big ole laugh at me right now. I throw on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, as well as my grande boulder holder. Can’t head out there with